All of us start life thinking we will always get to say FTW. Most of us end up living life saying it in reverse.
At times it is best to not prick the bubble which some people tend to live in. You might not like what comes out.
Be generous with compliments and stingy with criticism, but always wash them with truth before dispensing.
It is ok to fence your boundaries with your intolerance to contrary ideals. But only as long as you intend to grow beyond them.
It must be hard being the ocean. The whole world spills its sorrows into you and you have no one to turn to. Even the merciless sun beats down on you. You simmer, the growing mass salt stings your insides. You seethe, you rage only to retreat within yourself.
Life insurance is all about betting on your own death and hoping that you lose.
Most of the time, I hate deadlines. But there is nothing more satisfying than watching one charge at you with its fangs out and you calmly wait for it to make it into the crosshairs, then put a slug through it and smugly watch it whimper to a slow death.
The concept of equality is like a barb-wire fence between the oppressors and the oppressed which makes the concept of a fence-sitter implausible.
The difference between confidence and determination is the gap between what you perceive yourself to be capable of and what you are actually capable of.
Yeah I always considered him a level-headed bloke. Ground-level actually.
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Thursday, June 02, 2011
And that takes us past 250...
I like vegetarians so much that I eat the animals that eat up their food.
Life is like baseball. Even when you are down two strikes facing the best pitcher and getting to second base would take an act of God, you dream of hitting a home run. When you manage to get your home run, it is against the worst pitcher who has all the bases loaded. And lastly, just when you think the best pitcher can never be hit for a home run, the worst batter on your team manages to hit one. No wonder the Americans love the game.
Never make an offer that will be refused.
Problems are like angry elephants. Staring at one in the face or from a mile away changes our perception about them.
So you tweet on Twitter. Does that make you a twit or a twat?
There are no bad photographs, just bad photographers...
Try being nice to others even if it is just to get the adrenaline rush of stepping out of your comfort zone.
Unrequited love is the best kind of love, for in its 'what-ifs' one can dream a million lifetimes instead of one.
Wish I had a talent... of gold...
You are always on the top of the world. You just need to see it that way.
Life is like baseball. Even when you are down two strikes facing the best pitcher and getting to second base would take an act of God, you dream of hitting a home run. When you manage to get your home run, it is against the worst pitcher who has all the bases loaded. And lastly, just when you think the best pitcher can never be hit for a home run, the worst batter on your team manages to hit one. No wonder the Americans love the game.
Never make an offer that will be refused.
Problems are like angry elephants. Staring at one in the face or from a mile away changes our perception about them.
So you tweet on Twitter. Does that make you a twit or a twat?
There are no bad photographs, just bad photographers...
Try being nice to others even if it is just to get the adrenaline rush of stepping out of your comfort zone.
Unrequited love is the best kind of love, for in its 'what-ifs' one can dream a million lifetimes instead of one.
Wish I had a talent... of gold...
You are always on the top of the world. You just need to see it that way.
Tuesday, February 01, 2011
And that brings us to 243...
Anyone who thinks that an individual himself is responsible for his failure has never played any kind of contact sport.
I am a nonconformist, of nonconformism too.
If I ever wrote a self-help book, it would just say, "Self-help is about helping yourself and not reading a book about how to help yourself."
It is as simple as milking a crocodile to make cheese.
It is surprising as to how we search for deeper meaning in the mindless drivel of notable individuals while eagerly dismissing the masterpieces of lesser known ones as unintelligible faffing.
It's ok to ask for the moon mostly. Not when we've just entered orbit around Mercury.
Many of our failures result from our inability to discern the impossible from the improbable.
My honne is so far apart from my tatemae that they could fit the whole damn galaxy between them.
Seeing a bird glide around unmindful of the presence of the sun in the sky makes me wonder. Am I a bird because I am not supposed to ponder about the existence of the sun or am I a bird because I do not?
The only reason why people believe in god and buy lottery tickets is because the cost of getting it right is just too small.
I am a nonconformist, of nonconformism too.
If I ever wrote a self-help book, it would just say, "Self-help is about helping yourself and not reading a book about how to help yourself."
It is as simple as milking a crocodile to make cheese.
It is surprising as to how we search for deeper meaning in the mindless drivel of notable individuals while eagerly dismissing the masterpieces of lesser known ones as unintelligible faffing.
It's ok to ask for the moon mostly. Not when we've just entered orbit around Mercury.
Many of our failures result from our inability to discern the impossible from the improbable.
My honne is so far apart from my tatemae that they could fit the whole damn galaxy between them.
Seeing a bird glide around unmindful of the presence of the sun in the sky makes me wonder. Am I a bird because I am not supposed to ponder about the existence of the sun or am I a bird because I do not?
The only reason why people believe in god and buy lottery tickets is because the cost of getting it right is just too small.
Friday, October 15, 2010
11... 11... 11...
Human ignorance is really dangerous because it is not only about not knowing but also lacking the will to know.
I don't loathe people who keep "wishing" that I do better. I do wish they would shut the f**k up once in a while.
I don't take hints. What do you think I am? An Oracle PL/SQL Compiler? /*+ HINT+If Exist female admirer */
If you don't want your glass to be half empty... then STOP drinking from it!
Is it such a grave crime to have looked for affirmation once in a while?
Never question your subconscious. You may not like the answers.
Oppose me if you should. But before doing so, ask yourself a question. Is the cause I stand for evil? If the answer is no, ask yourself why do you really oppose me?
The biggest obstacle visionaries face is the gene pool of their own species which is geared to only tackle immediate threats and not mitigate long term ones. And this is also why saving the environment is such a dormant concern in most of the humans.
The difference between a masterpiece and a monumental failure is the perception of the audience.
The problem with people is that in their dictionary rights come before duties.
It is so improbable that the Infinite Improbability Drive should construct itself out of thin air right here any moment now.
I don't loathe people who keep "wishing" that I do better. I do wish they would shut the f**k up once in a while.
I don't take hints. What do you think I am? An Oracle PL/SQL Compiler? /*+ HINT+If Exist female admirer */
If you don't want your glass to be half empty... then STOP drinking from it!
Is it such a grave crime to have looked for affirmation once in a while?
Never question your subconscious. You may not like the answers.
Oppose me if you should. But before doing so, ask yourself a question. Is the cause I stand for evil? If the answer is no, ask yourself why do you really oppose me?
The biggest obstacle visionaries face is the gene pool of their own species which is geared to only tackle immediate threats and not mitigate long term ones. And this is also why saving the environment is such a dormant concern in most of the humans.
The difference between a masterpiece and a monumental failure is the perception of the audience.
The problem with people is that in their dictionary rights come before duties.
It is so improbable that the Infinite Improbability Drive should construct itself out of thin air right here any moment now.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Here comes the sun... err... umm.. no... the next 10
Be sure that there will be one person who doesn't cry at your wake and that be you.
Beliefs should be like wine glasses. They should be kept clean, protected, cherished and handed down as family heirlooms. But when the right wine and the right moment comes along, they should be consigned to the flames of the hearth in celebration of newly found ones.
I am the result of 3 billion lines of code.
P.S. Send all bug reports to God!
I refuse to be part of a movement. I wish to be the movement.
It doesn't matter how you got here. What matters is what your next step is going to be. What you choose it to be is going to define where you go from here.
It's not about the half full glass mate... It is about the whole beer fridge.
Just because I am not famous doesn't mean I don't have a story to tell.
People want others to believe that their values are constants. But they actually declare them as variables.
Space is the final solution to wars. Why? Because annoying neighbors are less of a concern for someone who has the ability to vacation in a foreign land.
There is a fine line between being naive and being delusional. I think I am on the right side of it.
Monday, August 02, 2010
Rise of the Über-Geek
Recently I was drawn into a discussion that I had managed to troll myself into. The subject (link here) was rather benignly interesting but turned out to be rather insidious as it triggered the organic growth of the discussion. At the end of it, which it finally did before having been put down about thrice (Cue the “Die! Die! Why won’t you die!”) I was left with a question. The answer to which I had a realization. A realization I’d like to now share.
Back in time when I was growing up, (and this was a really long time ago), the word ‘geek’ had a special meaning. A meaning which embraced a certain stereotype that fit the meaning and the lives of those who were forever affected by this tag. Even today Wikipedia lists the following definitions of geek
"A bright young man turned inward, poorly socialized, who felt so little kinship with his own planet that he routinely traveled to the ones invented by his favorite authors, who thought of that secret, dreamy place his computer took him to as cyberspace—somewhere exciting, a place more real than his own life, a land he could conquer, not a drab teenager's room in his parents' house."
“A derogatory reference to a person obsessed with intellectual pursuits for their own sake, who is also deficient in most other human attributes so as to impair the person's smooth operation within society.”
And the mainstream media has done little to not fit to this stereotype of a socially awkward, fashion derelict individual who would most often be found wearing glasses resembling the sawed off bottoms of coke bottles. This was the mainstream geek. He had one and one superpower and that was his obscenely extreme intellect, so well-endowed that most of the time his mouth would not be able to keep up with his mind. Forever shunned by the opposite sex in all forms of attractiveness he would end up being tormented by the athletic type of his own gender. All in all, there was no class differentiation between a nerd and a geek. All geeks and nerds were alike to a layman fun-maker, like penguins. Waddling in their own worlds there was no need to distinguish them apart as Emperors and Gentoos. Being called one was a slur and being one was not any kid’s dream.
But halfway across the world from where I was growing up, a change was happening. Four geeks aptly titled as “The Pirates of the Silicon Valley” were starting a paradigm shift related to the social view towards geeks. To that effect that one of them could actually go on to state, “Be nice to nerds. Chances are you'll end up working for one.” And the world took notice. Suddenly the intricacies of normal life like finances were realized to be merely easy puzzles that these geeks could solve on their way to untold riches. But in their deepest hearts these individuals were still the geeks, the old school ones.
Suddenly being a geek was cool and fashionable. This is where the genesis started. The new millennium, now a decade old, has a new class of individuals. These individuals conform to none of the old stereotypes of geek-hood. They proclaim themselves to be geeks. In their defense most of them do possess the superpower but lack the persona to fit in. That would be a fundamentally upsetting situation in case of (for the sake of example) superheroes. How would you react to Superman mouthing, “Up! Up! And Away!” while dressed as Bozo the Clown? And only a similar reaction comes to an old-school person when faced with individuals who could give Lily Cole a run for her looks (yeah that Lily Cole) and yet call themselves “geeks”! (In all fairness Ms Cole aced her tests as a student at King’s College, Cambridge). These individuals are well-adjusted to social nuances, less prone to social awkwardness, are never known to sport unkempt looks and all in all, still are the smartest lot of people around. Understandably they take it as a compliment when called a geek and an insult when not classed as one. This is exactly why the article, I referred to, got me into trouble. As an old-school believer of geekdom, it was impossible for me to imagine the context of relating the two titular entities of the article.
As with our understanding of life around us, we are sometimes required to coin new terms to refer to insights arising out of a deeper study. And in this case, I think it is no longer fair to either class of individuals, new or old, to be referred with the same name. And thus rises the uber-geek, a result of Darwinian evolution, having suppressed undesirable traits and enhanced the desirable ones, as a new species that is so splendid that being one could be every kid’s dream.
P.S. The author claims no affiliation to any of the species mentioned above mostly because his application for membership was denied with the comment, “Has no superpowers”
Back in time when I was growing up, (and this was a really long time ago), the word ‘geek’ had a special meaning. A meaning which embraced a certain stereotype that fit the meaning and the lives of those who were forever affected by this tag. Even today Wikipedia lists the following definitions of geek
"A bright young man turned inward, poorly socialized, who felt so little kinship with his own planet that he routinely traveled to the ones invented by his favorite authors, who thought of that secret, dreamy place his computer took him to as cyberspace—somewhere exciting, a place more real than his own life, a land he could conquer, not a drab teenager's room in his parents' house."
“A derogatory reference to a person obsessed with intellectual pursuits for their own sake, who is also deficient in most other human attributes so as to impair the person's smooth operation within society.”
And the mainstream media has done little to not fit to this stereotype of a socially awkward, fashion derelict individual who would most often be found wearing glasses resembling the sawed off bottoms of coke bottles. This was the mainstream geek. He had one and one superpower and that was his obscenely extreme intellect, so well-endowed that most of the time his mouth would not be able to keep up with his mind. Forever shunned by the opposite sex in all forms of attractiveness he would end up being tormented by the athletic type of his own gender. All in all, there was no class differentiation between a nerd and a geek. All geeks and nerds were alike to a layman fun-maker, like penguins. Waddling in their own worlds there was no need to distinguish them apart as Emperors and Gentoos. Being called one was a slur and being one was not any kid’s dream.
But halfway across the world from where I was growing up, a change was happening. Four geeks aptly titled as “The Pirates of the Silicon Valley” were starting a paradigm shift related to the social view towards geeks. To that effect that one of them could actually go on to state, “Be nice to nerds. Chances are you'll end up working for one.” And the world took notice. Suddenly the intricacies of normal life like finances were realized to be merely easy puzzles that these geeks could solve on their way to untold riches. But in their deepest hearts these individuals were still the geeks, the old school ones.
Suddenly being a geek was cool and fashionable. This is where the genesis started. The new millennium, now a decade old, has a new class of individuals. These individuals conform to none of the old stereotypes of geek-hood. They proclaim themselves to be geeks. In their defense most of them do possess the superpower but lack the persona to fit in. That would be a fundamentally upsetting situation in case of (for the sake of example) superheroes. How would you react to Superman mouthing, “Up! Up! And Away!” while dressed as Bozo the Clown? And only a similar reaction comes to an old-school person when faced with individuals who could give Lily Cole a run for her looks (yeah that Lily Cole) and yet call themselves “geeks”! (In all fairness Ms Cole aced her tests as a student at King’s College, Cambridge). These individuals are well-adjusted to social nuances, less prone to social awkwardness, are never known to sport unkempt looks and all in all, still are the smartest lot of people around. Understandably they take it as a compliment when called a geek and an insult when not classed as one. This is exactly why the article, I referred to, got me into trouble. As an old-school believer of geekdom, it was impossible for me to imagine the context of relating the two titular entities of the article.
As with our understanding of life around us, we are sometimes required to coin new terms to refer to insights arising out of a deeper study. And in this case, I think it is no longer fair to either class of individuals, new or old, to be referred with the same name. And thus rises the uber-geek, a result of Darwinian evolution, having suppressed undesirable traits and enhanced the desirable ones, as a new species that is so splendid that being one could be every kid’s dream.
P.S. The author claims no affiliation to any of the species mentioned above mostly because his application for membership was denied with the comment, “Has no superpowers”
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Past 200...
Most people know that I go by the name True Realist. Very few know that my middle name is "Cynic and Bitter"
Such is the beauty of ideas and research, that tend to materialize at the most inopportune times, when all that may be at hand is toilet paper.
The most dangerous secrets that we have are the ones we keep from ourselves.
There are ways and then there are ways. It is not about the ways we choose but rather the ways we don't.
The light at the end of the tunnel is just a decoy. The hidden sycthe is what's meant for you.
There are stereotypes and then there are stereotypes. The one stereotype that has never failed me is that most humans, by themselves, are jerks.
We wear masks because all of us are afraid of mirrors...
Whoever suggested that when going through hell the best option is to keep going, clearly never heard about U-turns!
Copernicus proved centuries ago that the Earth is not the center of the Universe, much less so is an insignificantly minute entity residing on it. And by that, I meant you,
I swam through a sea of perfumed revelry, of sweet nothings, of happy endings & new beginnings, of gay abandon without the worry for tomorrow. I emerged onto the sands of my penance, arid & hot, blown not by a gentle breeze but that of the hot breath of fleeting time. I touch my brow, to wipe off an odd droplet, find none has clung to me and only chance upon a stoic realization, "Wow! God really made me water-proof!"
In a moment of astounding clarity, I dawned upon a question. What if the soul was still matter, just not bound by the Higgs field? The Higgs field is what makes matter as we know it, unyielding and unwilling to share the same space. If the soul was the matter free of the Higgs field, it could traverse anything and everything at the speed of light or maybe more? And that makes the ancient wisdom talking about freeing oneself of the materialistic plane of existence a lot more sensible. It asks the soul to be able to free itself, not unto death, from the matter that binds it within the body and thence explore a whole new universe of possibilities that lie beyond it.
Such is the beauty of ideas and research, that tend to materialize at the most inopportune times, when all that may be at hand is toilet paper.
The most dangerous secrets that we have are the ones we keep from ourselves.
There are ways and then there are ways. It is not about the ways we choose but rather the ways we don't.
The light at the end of the tunnel is just a decoy. The hidden sycthe is what's meant for you.
There are stereotypes and then there are stereotypes. The one stereotype that has never failed me is that most humans, by themselves, are jerks.
We wear masks because all of us are afraid of mirrors...
Whoever suggested that when going through hell the best option is to keep going, clearly never heard about U-turns!
Copernicus proved centuries ago that the Earth is not the center of the Universe, much less so is an insignificantly minute entity residing on it. And by that, I meant you,
I swam through a sea of perfumed revelry, of sweet nothings, of happy endings & new beginnings, of gay abandon without the worry for tomorrow. I emerged onto the sands of my penance, arid & hot, blown not by a gentle breeze but that of the hot breath of fleeting time. I touch my brow, to wipe off an odd droplet, find none has clung to me and only chance upon a stoic realization, "Wow! God really made me water-proof!"
In a moment of astounding clarity, I dawned upon a question. What if the soul was still matter, just not bound by the Higgs field? The Higgs field is what makes matter as we know it, unyielding and unwilling to share the same space. If the soul was the matter free of the Higgs field, it could traverse anything and everything at the speed of light or maybe more? And that makes the ancient wisdom talking about freeing oneself of the materialistic plane of existence a lot more sensible. It asks the soul to be able to free itself, not unto death, from the matter that binds it within the body and thence explore a whole new universe of possibilities that lie beyond it.
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